I Must Be Gone And Live, Or

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.